Growing up in the streets of Bed-Stuy, it was hard, yo.

Basically, I wake up at nine o'clock in the morning, go to different record stores, go to the studio, think up different ideas for songs. Just workin'.

Rappin bout blunts and broads, Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars.

Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way.

I'm living everyday like a hustle. Another drug to juggle. Another day, another struggle.

I'm lonely! I'm bored!

It's like the more money we come across / the more problems we see.